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Stand In For Porn        Cassy stared through her lens at the three of us. "Okay- Angela? Put your hand around his penis." With a businesslike nod, Beverley wrapped her warm palm around the shaft of my trembling cock. "Is this okay?" "Yes," I said immediately. Cassey laughed. "That's great.... Now point it at Tracy's face. Tracy? Now you open your mouth like you're ready to take it...." Tracy, a blonde woman wearing only a tight purple thong, opened her mouth wide. I tried to stretch it out toward her mouth. "That's it," said Cassy, "but Tracy, you need to use your eyes to smile up at him. Yes, that's it. Okay, Beverley, you can look over here at the camera and smile. Okay, perfect. Hold it....!" My cock twitched. Click. Her name was Cassy. I'd met her at a party at Alex and Beverley's condo. She was tall and serious-looking, with long straight hair, dark serious eyes, and a slender compact body. She wore glasses, a loose white sweater, and tight tan slacks that accentuated her legs. I spotted her standing by herself looking at a photograph on the wall, and introduced myself. She was quiet and reserved as she introduced herself, and I wondered how I'd be able to keep the conversation going. "Nice picture," I said, pointing to the photo of the city skyline on the wall. "Thank you." I looked at her, puzzled. "You gave it to them?" She shook her head and smiled. "I took it." "You're a photographer? Professional?" "Yes." She turned and looked at me as if my next response would make a crucial difference in our relationship-or if we were even going to have a relationship. "I'd love to see some more of your work." I tried not to make it sound like an obvious come-on. I wanted to see more of her, of course, but I like photography and I wouldn't have minded looking more of her pictures, if they were as good as the one we were looking at now. "Okay," she said. "Come on." Surprised, I followed her. She led me into Alex and Beverley's bedroom. This was getting interesting. Then Cassy sat down at their computer and logged onto the Internet. "Here's my web site," she said, typing in a URL. Confused, I pulled up a chair next to her. Her name appeared on the computer monitor. She clicked an icon: the image of wildflowers growing on a mountain filled the screen. She clicked another icon: a waterfall cascaded down a rocky slope. Another: An elderly farming couple stood together watching the sunset after a hard day. Even on a computer screen, the quality was obvious. Each image was more skillful than the last. Cassy was a fantastic photographer. I think it was my honest admiration for her work and her talent that won Cassy over that night. We spent most of the party talking with each other, and when the time came for her to leave, she gave me her phone number agreeably when I asked for it. Our first few dates were conventional and uneventful: dinner, a movie, a play, cocktails, an art opening, the usual. I didn't try to push our relationship. We held hands, and she let me kiss her goodnight, but that was as far as it went for a few weeks. Then one evening after a late movie she invited me up to her apartment for a cup of coffee. We kissed and made out on her couch, but I sensed she didn't want to go all the way yet, so I left, politely but regretfully, after an hour. At home I jacked off three times thinking about her hot tongue in my mouth and the fantastic body I'd only partially felt through her clothes. Two days later she called to invite me over to dinner. I tried not to get too excited. Our relationship was developing, but Cassy didn't seem like the kind of woman to rush into things. And I enjoyed being with her. I didn't want to lose her by trying to hurry into bed with her. I showed up bearing the traditional flowers and a bottle of wine. Cassy opened the door in a tan blouse and loose slacks, with sandals on her feet. She gave me a kiss, put the flowers in a vase, and opened the wine. We sat and talked. Her apartment was but superbly decorated. Not surprisingly, she had lots of photography on her walls, some of it hers, but more of it by her friends. She had lots of plants, too, and she'd told me how it takes her hours to water and take care of them. Her sound system was the best I've ever heard. Tonight she put on some soft jazz as we chatted about work, our friends, movies, and everything else that came to mind. Then--suddenly--we were kissing. I'm not sure who made the first move, but it seemed as if one moment we were talking quietly and the next our lips were hungrily exploring each other and our hands were sliding across each other's bodies. Cassy's lips were soft and moist. She wore a musky kind of perfume that seemed to permeate every inch of her body. I ran my fingers through her long dark hair, caressing her neck and her shoulders as she tickled her fingers up and down my neck. I could feel her breasts pressed tightly up against my chest; I wondered if she could feel the hardness of my erection. She stopped abruptly, standing up so quickly I thought I'd somehow offended her. But she went into the kitchen and turned some appliances off, then walked quickly through the living room toward her bedroom door. "Come on," she said, her voice hoarse and impatient. Inside the room we kissed briefly again. Then she pushed me down onto the bed. I sat and watched as she unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it to the floor. She wore a lacy black bra that fluttered away a moment later, exposing round breasts the size and shape of peaches in late summer. I took a deep breath and kicked off my shoes as Cassy's slacks fell to her ankles. Her slender legs kicked them away, leaving her black panties and her sandals. She stood in front of me, as if she were displaying one of her photos. She wasn't shy or self-conscious. She knew what her body looked like, what the sight of her flesh had to offer. I stared at her body: her golden skin, her high shoulders, her slim waist, her long, tanned legs. She was beautiful, of course, but what made her even more beautiful than any woman I'd ever been with before was her confidence. She was in charge of her life, of her body-and for the moment, of me. "You're a work of art," I whispered. She smiled. Then she lay down on the bed, her arms above her head, her breasts softly rising and falling as she watched me struggle with my clothes. Her smiled deepened as I threw away my shirt and she saw my chest, and her eyes grew bright when I got rid of my boxers and she saw my penis for the first time. I joined her on the bed. We kissed, and she ran her hands up and down my back and shoulders. I reached for her breasts to fondle and lick, but Cassy pushed me onto my back and then straddled me, still in her panties, her long legs wrapped around my waist. I looked up at her, mesmerized by her skin. "You're beautiful." Leaning over, she offered me her breasts to caress and kiss, and I went from one to the other, licking and nibbling the tender skin. She closed her eyes and gasped quietly, pulling my face closer, running her fingers through my hair. My cock stretched up toward the silky black panties that protected her pussy. Instinctively I thrust my hips skyward, trying to break through the soft material tickling the tip of my prick. She squirmed, and I felt a moist sensation creeping across the soft silk, an arousing mixture of my pre-cum and her juices. I reached for her hips to pull the panties down, but then Holly straightened up. "All right," she whispered as released my head. "It's time." She reached for her crotch. I watched as she pulled open a slit in the soft material, and then I grunted in surprise and passion as she suddenly lowered her body, sinking my surging cock deep inside of her tight, burning pussy. I thrust upward again, pushing my cock higher inside the soft velvety folds of her pussy. Before I could get into a rhythm, Cassy put her hands on my shoulders and firmly pushed me down onto the mattress, flat on my back. She gave me a smile that was eager and reassuring, but she let me know who was in charge. I nodded, biting my lip, happy to surrender to her demands as long as the pleasure didn't end too soon. Slowly and methodically, Cassy began rocking back and forth on my penis. She looked as if she were working out at a health club, but lust sparkled in her eyes and creased her face as she rode me, her juices spilling down the length of my cock and into my pubic hair. I reached again for her breasts. They trembled, slippery with sweat, and I rubbed them gently, enjoying the feeling almost as much as the pleasure I was feeling from the way she was squeezing my cock with her pussy. Cassy put her hands on mine and pressed them to her skin. "Yes, yes," she whispered, riding me harder. Her fingers clutched me tight as I squeezed her nipples, her fingers digging into my skin. I clenched my teeth, fighting to hold off the desire to explode inside her, knowing I wouldn't be able to deny the urge for much longer. "Mmm," Cassy moaned, licking her lips. "Mmm-oh.... oh.... OH!" She looked down at me and smiled, and then she stretched her neck and gazed up toward the ceiling as her golden body undulated and shook. The flush of her breasts as her body shuddered and jerked with an orgasm that was so powerfully erotic that I came at the same moment. I thrust upward as my sperm surged into her churning pussy. I held her hips, steadying her body as it jerked and lurched from side to side. I was still spurting as she sank forward, slipping to one side to topple onto the bed next to me. My dick slid out of her pussy but she reached down to stroke me, urging the last few drops of cum from the tip. My skin was still tingling as Holly kissed my cheek. "I guess dinner has to wait." I kissed her back on the lips. "Maybe it should wait until after we've had some dessert." We dated for a couple of months. The sex was fantastic. We spent at least one or two nights a week together. Cassy was creative, passionate, and insatiable. We never talked about having a monogamous relationship, but I didn't have the time to chase anyone else or the energy to keep a second lover happy. I don't know if she had other lovers, but if she did, she kept them separate from our relationship, and I didn't want to rock the boat. She worked hard at her photography, sometimes showing me her work. She had a good eye for the right angle and the best light, and all of the pictures she showed me just convinced me more and more of her talent. I helped her take nature pictures on the weekends, driving around in the country looking for flowers and streams and other interesting landmarks to shoot. Sometimes we'd find a secluded spot for a picnic and a little lovemaking, but when she had her camera in her hand, she was so focused that she didn't want to be distracted by anything, even sex. There were a few times when she told me she was working but wouldn't say much about it. I was curious, but I didn't press her on it. Like I said, I didn't want to take any chance of pushing her away from me. I wasn't in love--at least, not yet--but I enjoyed her company, out of bed as well as in bed, and I didn't want to lose her. All that is why her phone call one Friday afternoon surprised me. She wanted me to meet her as soon as I got off work, but not at her place or mine. Instead she told me to come by Alex and Beverley's condo. She said she needed me to help her with something important. Cassy opened the door when I got there. Beverley was sitting on the couch, drinking a beer, wearing jeans and a sweater. She offered me a beer, which Cassy fetched from the refrigerator. Before I had a chance to ask what was up, Cassy said, "There's something I have to show you," and she whisked me into Alex and Beverley's bedroom. The first thing I noticed was that Cassy's photography equipment was set up facing the bed. That seemed odd. The second thing I noticed was that for the only time since I'd met her, she seemed very nervous. The third thing was the image on the computer monitor, the one where Cassy had first shown me her pictures. The words "Fiona and Freddie's Funhouse," in bright red letters, floated above an image of two people. "I want you to see something," said Cassy. I looked closer. The two people on the screen were both naked, and although they weren't exactly having sex, their position left nothing to my imagination. And something about them looked familiar. "Oh my God," I said. "That's Beverley and Alex!" My two friends were nude on the World Wide Web. "I've been doing this as a favor to them," said Cassy. She clicked the mouse rapidly, bringing us to a page featuring small thumbnail photos of Beverley and Alex. Clicking on an image, she brought up a larger photo: Beverley, wearing only a gold necklace, sat on the couch out in the living room, with Alex's head between her thighs. An expression of ecstasy lit her face. I stared at the picture, my cock getting stiff. "Let's see another one." "Later." Cassy quit the Web. "Here's the thing. We've been doing this for about eighteen months. The way it works, they put up a new set of pictures like this twice a month. Last time they promised that this month's set would be a threesome. Beverley got another girl lined up, but Alex had to go out of town for a business trip at the last minute, and he won't be back in time for the deadline. So I figured you wouldn't mind doing us a favor." She grinned at me. My eyes must have popped wide open. "You want-me-to do that??" "We can't ask just anybody. Beverley knows you. She even thinks you're cute--" I smiled. "Really?" "Really. We won't show your face in any of the pictures, and anyway most of the people who look at these sites aren't interested in looking at the guy. Tracy, the other girl, is really sexy, and Beverley is gorgeous, so you ought to enjoy it." I had to admit that I'd been fantasizing about Beverley for a long time. And the only threesome I ever had was with two girls in college, and we were all so drunk that I couldn't remember much of it the next day. On the other hand, the thought of having everybody with access to a modem looking at me was a little scary. "You'll have to be able to keep that up--" she patted my penis though my pants -- "and get it back up if you cum too soon, but you shouldn't have any trouble with that. This will really help us out." I looked at her, confused. "You really want me to do this, don't you?" "Yes, I do." She stood up and kissed me. "I just want you to save something for me later, okay?" I grinned. "It's a deal." She kissed me again. "I had no doubt." "Hey!" Beverley walked into the bedroom. "Don't get him all worked up too soon." A short blonde woman in slacks and a black T-shirt accompanied her. "Hi, I'm Tracy." Beverley introduced me. Tracy and Cassy seemed to have met before. I wondered just how involved Cassy was with this erotic Web site business. Tracy looked me over carefully. "You were right, Bev. This guy looks like a good second choice." I laughed. "Thanks for the compliment--I think." "Shall we get started?" asked Cassy. First she took a few shots of Beverley on her bed, fully clothed. After a while she had Beverley take off her sweater and jeans, revealing a lacy black bra and panties that caught my cock's attention and held it for the next ten minutes of shutter clicks. I'd always known that Beverley had a fantastic figure, but watching her show it off like a pro made her body even sexier. I stayed next to Cassy, watching and listening and feeling nervous and excited at the same time. Beverley and Tracy didn't pay much attention to me, but even though they were serious and businesslike, they seemed to be enjoying the "work." When Beverley finally removed her bra and let her firm breasts pop free, Tracy giggled with delight. And my cock sprang once again to attention. Beverley's breasts were pear-shaped and firm, with small dark nipples. Cassy told Tracy to bend down and kiss one, and Beverley sighed happily while Cassy focused and snapped a few pictures. Then came Tracy's turn. She pulled her T-shirt over her shoulders enthusiastically, smoothed out of her hair, and turned her back to let Beverley unsnap her tight black bra. Tracy had big, round breasts with thick, pink nipples and just the barest hint of a tan line. She closed her eyes and smiled as Beverley caressed them for Cassy's camera. In a few minutes Beverley was completely naked, and Tracy had stripped to a purple thong. Cassy had Beverley lay on the bed, with Tracy between her legs, her hands on Beverley's thighs. Then she had Tracy lay face down while Beverley ran her fingers across Tracy's very shapely ass. I was feeling aroused and impatient watching all the skin and sexplay, until Cassy finally turned to me and said, "Your turn." Suddenly my erection wilted. "Uhh-okay," I said nervously. She smiled. "Just relax." "Some parts of me are a little too relaxed all of a sudden," I said. "You'll do fine." "Come on over here!" Tracy called. "I've been waiting for this." First Cassy took a few pictures of me with my back to the camera, with Beverley and Tracy pretending to look surprised. Then I sat down on the bed, and Beverley and Tracy began to take my clothes off. In no time I was sitting there in my briefs, and despite my initial attack of nerves, sitting next to two naked, gorgeous women had my penis straining to break free from my underwear. First Cassy had me kiss and lick one of Beverley's breasts while Tracy nibbled on the other. Then Beverley and I locked Tracy between our two bodies to nuzzle and fondle her. Tracy was getting into it enthusiastically, but Beverley was the one who looked more seriously aroused: her face was flushed, and her neatly trimmed pussy already looked moist. In the meantime, my dick was trembling. I made a mental effort to control myself as Cassy gave instructions and snapped photos, but it was getting more and more difficult to concentrate on anything but the two naked women on the bed with me. Beverley's body was soft and smooth; her breasts were incredibly sensitive and responsive to our fingers and lips: She moaned and squirmed at every touch. Even though she'd been doing this for a while, she still seemed shy. Tracy was much more uninhibited and aggressive, and she didn't seem to really care which one of us stroked her legs or pulled on her thong. Tracy's body was firmer, more athletic, more demanding. She didn't respond as quickly or noticeably as Beverley, but as she got more charged up, the sexual energy inside her filled the bedroom. "That's it, baby," Tracy moaned as I sucked one of her nipples, "That's the way." Beverley slipped a hand into the front of Tracy's thong, and Tracy smiled at her. "I love the way you do that." Beverley french-kissed her. Click went Cassy's camera. Beverley french-kissed me. Click. I was getting pretty worked up as well. My skin felt hot and my penis throbbed insistently. Beverley and Tracy tickled my balls, licked the sweat from my legs, twirled their fingers in my pubic hair, and pointed with delight at the moisture seeping from the tip of my prick. I had trouble keeping my breath, not to mention difficulty keeping from exploding all over them. Then Cassy told Tracy to take my cock into her mouth. Her warm, wet lips wrapped themselves around my shaft as Cassy took one picture, then another, then another. Even though Tracy wasn't really doing anything with her mouth or her tongue, her shallow breathing sent soft sensations of pleasure up and down my body. Beverley kept one hand on my hip, and the touch of her fingers on my skin aroused me even further. "I know," said Cassy, adjusting her focus again. "Beverley, hold onto his prick like you're feeding it to Tracy-" That did it. Suddenly my penis sent me a signal that I couldn't ignore any longer. "Wait, I'm gonna cum," I croaked. "Oh-oh-" "That's fine," said Cassy. "All right. Tracy-" But before she could say anything more my cock erupted. Tracy pulled her head back and I spewed my semen all over her face as Beverley stroked me. "All right," Beverley murmured softly as Tracy caught her breath, flicking her tongue to catch the flying droplets as I groaned with pleasure. "Good boy." Cassy clicked the photos as fast as she could until I was finished. "Not bad," she said. "Not bad at all. We're almost through. Let's take a break and clean up a little, and then we can finish this off." Tracy cleaned her face off with a couple of tissues, and she and Beverley went to the bathroom to wash their hands and check their hair. Once the tingling sensations in my cock faded, I felt embarrassed, but Cassy came over to pat my back. "You're doing great." "Thanks," I said. "Sorry about that." "Don't worry about it." She sat down and put her hand on my leg, near my curled up penis. "Alex doesn't usually last half as long as you did. And it takes him a long time to get it up again." She pointed to my cock, which was already starting to stiffen again. "I knew you won't have that trouble. And besides, Tracy really likes you." I perked up. "Really?" She frowned. "Don't get too excited about it." "I'm not. Well, I am, but-damn, this is just so weird." She laughed. "I guess we're all too used to this. What I meant was that Tracy likes you as a co-star. We're having fun, but it's basically just business to her." "She's getting paid?" "A little. Mostly she just gets off on all this. It's safe, and sexy, and fun." "I'll say." She kissed me, then stood up. "Got to put more film in the camera." Beverley and Tracy came back a moment later, cleaned up and still nude, holding beers and giggling with each other. I accepted the beer they offered me, and then went to the bathroom to wash up myself. By the time I returned, Cassy was back at work again. Beverley lay on the bed, her eyes closed, her legs wide. She cupped her breasts with her hands while Tracy kneeled between her thighs, her face poised above Beverley's pussy. My cock was already hard again. By now Beverley and Tracy seemed seriously aroused. Before they'd been playing around, but as Cassy posed them in more close and intimate positions, their breathing grew more ragged and their bodies squirmed more unexpectedly. They kissed and nibbled each other's bodies between poses. They paid less attention to Cassy and more to each other, whispering softly back and forth to each other, gazing into each other's eyes, focusing more and more intently on the pleasure they were sharing together. The thick, curly hair around Beverley's pussy looked darker and moister than before, and Tracy's purple thong showed a distinct stain that grew deeper as the afternoon turned into early evening. "Okay," said Cassy at last. "We just need the last sequence." She looked at me, then down at my swollen cock. "And it looks like you're ready." "I know I am," said Tracy. I got onto the bed. "Okay," said Cassy. "Tracy, put your arms on the headboard." She got the idea, turning her back, spreading her legs, and presenting her butt to me as she leaned against the headboard. I put my hands on Tracy's cheeks, softly caressing them. Cassy pointed. "Pull the thong over and-hold it!" Click. "Goddamn it." Tracy's voice was thick with lust. "Cassy, I can't wait much longer." Cassy nodded. "Give it to her." My head swirling, I slid forward and sank my cock deep into her pussy. Tracy gasped. "Finally," she whispered. "Beverley, put your hand on his butt and your other hand on Tracy's head-move to the left a little-perfect." "I'll say," I grunted. Tracy's pussy was warm and tight, and the thong pressing against my balls added to the pressure building up inside me. Tracy bounced back and forth gently, a wonderful sensation. I fought the instinctive urge to begin thrusting, because I figured I'd have to hold out a little while. "Okay, Tracy on your back," Cassy ordered. Reluctantly I slipped out of Tracy. She rolled over and lay flat on her back, her nipples pointing up at me. I pulled the thong to one side again. Cassy had Tracy wrap her legs tightly around my waist. Beverley tickled Tracy's nipples. This time I couldn't help myself. I pushed myself deep and then pulled out slightly, and did it again and again until Tracy let out a long moan. "I can't take it much longer," she moaned. "When do I get to have one?" "Right now," said Cassy. "Do her with your fingers," she told me. I eased out of Tracy again, my cock dripping. She rolled to one side, facing the camera, and I began to stroke her pussy, rolling my fingers around her clit and darting them in and out of her cunt. A moment later, Beverley's fingers joined mine. "Ahh!" Tracy whimpered, and her whole body began to clench. "Oh, lover, lover," she groaned. I kissed her shoulder. In the background I heard the camera click again. "Come on, baby," Beverley urged her. "Cum for me, now." Tracy's body curled up for a moment, then straightened and tensed, and then Robyn came with a shout, drenching her thong and our fingers with her pussy juice. "Oh, yeah," she murmured, a wide smile on her face. "On your back," Cassy said to me. Tracy moved lazily out of the way. My penis pointed toward the ceiling as Beverley straddled me in a 69 position. With my hands on her legs, I licked and kissed her pussy as she slurped on my burning cock. She tasted salty and musky, and her smooth thighs trapped my head in just the right position for her maximum pleasure. I stroked her clit with one hand just like I'd fingered Robyn, and with my other hand I explored the crack of her ass. She gave a shudder and a shout, but before the orgasm fully arrived Cassy had her turn around and mount me. I could hear the clicks and see the flashes, but I wasn't really paying attention to anything but my thrusting cock any more. I'd been lusting for Beverley for years, and I was going to enjoy this as long as my dick could hold out. Beverley smiled down at me as bounced on my cock. She licked her lips and then blew me a kiss. I groaned and reached for her face as Cassy clicked another shot. She kissed my fingers, then licked Tracy's scent from them. I put my hands over her slippery breasts and began grunting in time with her bounces. A tickling sensation at the base of my cock told me I was going to come soon. I closed my eyes and leaned back, bucking my hips up at Beverley urgently. I heard Cassy say something, and then suddenly Beverley was gone. My dick squirmed frantically. Opening my eyes, I began to sit up but a hand pushed me back down and I felt a familiar pair of warm, wet lips descend on my dick. Cassy sucked me into her mouth and ran her slim fingers over my trembling balls. I gasped her name and stroked her hair as her tongue danced up and down my shaft. I glanced over and saw Tracy attack Beverley's pussy, jabbing her tongue and her fingers deep inside. Beverley came almost immediately, her skin flushing dark red as her body twitched and twisted next to mine. Then my penis started to twitch, and with a powerful spurt I unleashed a flood of semen straight up into Cassy's throat. She didn't flinch, didn't turn away, didn't slow down as I kicked and pounded the mattress and pumped and pumped away at her gorgeous face. She sucked me until my dick melted away and she was left with a mouthful of sperm. Sitting up, she smiled and swallowed and wiped her mouth. "I think we're done," she said, patting my stomach. "Thanks for the help," said Tracy. I grinned. "My pleasure." Eight months later, Holly and I are still together. The sex is great, and I sometimes help out with other photo shoots.

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